| Poetry |
Green Candle Smoke
Each corner of the room holds on to you,
the arguments, bewilderment, and love.
It has seeped into walls, mixed with the paint,
tinted the color darker, moodier.
My hands softened with oil and sea salt,
I strike the match, touch it to curling wick,
the candle – forest green to match my eyes.
Focused on dancing flames, I breathe deeply,
center thoughts on peace and passion, on life.
I whisper to the space, ask for release
of the old – the painful – and the sadness;
open myself to possibility.
Beneath falling snow, I feel the house sigh.
Heartache fades, a wisp of green candle smoke.
by Siobhan Pitchford
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